Quick note; This means Harmony is singing
This means Lysanair is singing. You'll see.

Harry slipped into double Potions nearly ten minutes late. Snape had obviously noted his absence long before which.

"Mister Potter, so nice of you to join us. Where were you?" A few Slytherins sent vicious smirks his way, and many of the Gryffindors sent venomous scowls. He looked his professor in the eyes and said;

"I was arranging care for Vulcan, because although he is a dragon he is only a day old hatchling. If he wandered into the forest the acromantula or even the centaurs would chew him up and spit him out, not only would it mean he would die it is quite possible I would as well." Snape's face mellowed by a minute fraction.

"I was just explaining the properties of Basilisk venom to the class. Can you venture any information? I hear you have past experience with one."

"Ah, Basilisk venom is very powerful and extremely potent. A few drops will kill you in about thirty seconds. The only known cure is Phoenix tears. The venom is very painful when in the bloodstream and it isn't worth taking on a Basilisk to get some. It is a very unique combination of haemotoxins and neurotoxins. The haemotoxic properties of the venom break down the internal organs and blood, making it thin and causing severe internal bleeding. The neurotoxic properties paralyse the victim and destroy the nervous system, much like the Cruciatus curse, however the venom is mostly composed of haemotoxins and has a thinning effect on the blood causing a persons internal organs to turn into soup, which I can say with confidence is extremely painful. I have no experience with the Cruciatus curse but I would say they feel relatively the same." Snape appeared slightly impressed, Hermione seemed suspicious and Ron looked dumbfounded.

"A surprisingly coherent answer Potter, a question though; when did you feel the effects of Basilisk venom?" Harry grimaced.

"Well you see sir, When Ginny Weasley was taken into the Chamber of Secrets I went down and got her. I fought the Basilisk with Gryffindor's sword, how ironic now really seeing as I have Slytherin's. I stabbed it through its brain and one of the fangs got embedded in my arm." an eyebrow rose an inch, but Snape gave no other acknowledgement that he understood.

"Today you will be brewing a potion that is meant to calm the mind. If you get it right you may keep the results as it is a non-addictive potion. The purpose of the explanation however is to prove that by adding such a unique ingredient to a potion the outcome may not have been predicted. Get to work." Harry carefully read through the instructions and began to prepare ingredients. Part way through Harry glanced up and balked. He saw a Drake scale flying towards his potion.

"Everyone out!" He screamed knowing his reflexes weren't good enough to catch it. The class stopped and looked at the frothing cauldron before chaos erupted. Hermione made to step away from her workbench but her robe caught on the corner. Harry couldn't leave her. He tugged the robe from her body and half dragged her to the door. Once he was out he slammed the door shut. A muffled boom sounded from the classroom. Snape immediately rounded on him.

"How on earth can you be so incompetent, Potter? I would have expected Longbottom to get confused between and Drake scale and a viper scale but not you! Explain yourself!"

"You know what, Snape? I've had enough of your shit attitude. You think I'm an arrogant bully but look at yourself! I swear if you aren't clearly on my side when Voldemort rises I will kill you and I will feed your remains to Vulcan. I really don't think he is too fussy. You need to open your eyes Snape! You need to look around you! You know what else? You need to get a life!" the entire class was gaping at Harry but he didn't care. He stormed away from the Potions Master, uncaring for the points that were surely being docked. He didn't look back once. When he heard footsteps running towards him he began to sprint. Running had always been easy for him, especially growing up around Dudley. He threw open the Entrance Hall doors and darted down the steps. Before he had reached the end of the courtyard he felt a hand clamp over his mouth, stopping him from screaming and an arm snake around his waist.


It had been two weeks since Harry James Potter had been taken from his home, his true home. During this time Ronald Weasley had taken a waspish disposition; lashing out at the slightest thing, working furiously as if hoping it would bring his best friend back and eating very little. Hermione Granger had sunk into a self centred helix of severe depression; her grades had begun to slip, she had lost weight, she no longer cared about herself, she just wanted it to end, she wanted the torment to end. Ginevra Weasley had, at first, been close to a nervous breakdown however after a large conflict with her older brother she snapped out of it and began trying to make Ron and Hermione do the same. Albus Dumbledore had been a mass of nerves, he didn't know who took Harry Potter or how they got through the numerous wards guarding the castle, where Harry was taken, or even what was happening to him. Severus Snape had originally dismissed Harry Potter's disappearance as a mere tantrum, a statement of his rebelliousness, after a few days wore on even he had to admit Harry was probably in a lot of danger. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry took a sombre turn, even the Slytherins were concerned for their fellow student.

It was the eve of October 31st, All Hallows Eve, silence echoed heavily around the Hall. Everyone was hushed in remembrance for the hero who had lost his parents on that very day. Ron and Hermione had tears streaming down their faces, Albus' perpetual twinkle had vanished and Severus looked paler than ever.

The doors of the Great Hall thrown open with a reverberating bang. A man and a woman stepped through, arm in arm. The woman was fair skinned with pale blonde hair, the man had talc white skin and long inky black hair. The woman wore a low backed strapless pearl grey dress, the man wore black leather trouser and was shirtless. Each had two long fresh gashes running the length of their backs. As they stepped forwards the woman began to sing;

Come, come bonny Lynne,

Her soft voice ended, the man's pleasant baritone voice assumed command of the listener's ear.

Tell us, tell us where you've been.

They continued in this fashion;

Were you up, were you down, chasing rabbits 'round the town
Come, come bonny Lynne, tell us, tell us where you've been
Come, come bonny Lynne, we've a bed to put you in
It is soft, it is warm, it will shelter from the storm
Come, come bonny Lynne, we've a bed to put you in
Dear, dear bonny Lynne, sleeps the peaceful crib within
A mossy stone, a finger bone, no one knows but Lynne alone
Dear, dear bonny Lynne, sleeps the peaceful crib within.

They had reached Dumbledore, who had been shivering with the rest of the hall at their words. The couple turned to face each other and began anew.

Hush, hush bonny Lynne, tell us tell us where you've been

The song was different, their voices were different. Her's grew softer still whilst his became bitter and resentful, the combination sent renewed tremors down the children's spines.

Were it safe, were it sound, were you chasind by the hound?
Hush, hush bonny Lynne, tell us, tell us where you've been
Hush, hush bonny Lynne, we've no bed to put you in
We shall mourn, we shall cry 'til the very day you die
Hush, hush bonny Lynne, we've no bed to put you in
Dear, dear bonny Lynne, you shall pay for your sins
Your penanced hand, a pretty bone, a secret known by Lynne alone
Dear, dear bonny Lynne, you shall pay for your sins.

They turned to Dumbledore and waited for him to speak.

"Who on earth are you?" the shirtless man chuckled darkly.

"Oh, how terribly rude of me!" He bowed deeply, the simple action made as insulting as possible. "I am Lord Lysanair Dharker, Lord of Death and Daemon Lord of the Seraphic Community of the Daemonic Glen." He nodded to his partner who curtsied mockingly.

"And I am Lady Harmony Danse, Lady of Light and Star Singer of the Seraphic Community of the Daemonic Glen. " Dumbledore was terribly confused.

"You had to do it Albus didn't you? You had to cause the apocalypse," the frail headmaster was looking deeply disturbed.

"I really am sorry, I have no idea who or what you are talking about," the man barked out another laugh, more acerbic than the last.

"Well, let me tell you a story; once upon a time there was a young banshee child. Banshee children are the female products of a relationship between a Daemonic Seraph and a Celestial Seraph. They are born dead but usually wake up within two weeks. This banshee didn't wake up after two weeks and so her parents abandoned her. Her parents were Alishyre Dharker and Kelsea Romaek. The little banshee was adopted by a human family that carried the name Evans." Snape sat up a little straighter. "Yes, you know who I'm talking about, don't you Severus. The family already had one daughter by the name of Petunia Mary Evans and they decided to name their new daughter Lily Angelica Evans. At age eleven Lily received a letter from an owl telling her about her placement at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. During this time she had only one friend and she confided in him the true nature of her existence, in turn he divulged many secrets about his abusive family. They both attended this school where they were separated by the rather useless house system; he a Slytherin, she a Gryffindor. They continued to be friends for many years, but she was hopelessly pursued by a foolish young lad, one she felt nothing for and he was forced deeper into darkness. It was their fifth year when things got complicated, she began to fall in love with the reckless, love struck youth, he was unable to give in to his peers demands because the orientation of his magic. You see, he was a Seraph, a Celestial which means he could not cast a dark spell, his heart is too pure. One day after their Defence Against the Dark Arts O.W.L he was sat, minding his own business under a tree, cramming Ancient Runes revision-"

"Arithmancy actually." interrupted Snape.

"Gee, thanks, tried to keep you anonymous there but oh well. Anyway, for no good reason the foolish youth-"

"Why don't you just name him?" asked Snape.

"Fine! James Potter and Sirius Black decided he was bored so he went and started picking on Severus. When Lily tried to defend him, he did the only thing he could. He yelled "I don't need help from screaming whores like you" anyway, he got another couple of rather nasty curses for his trouble. Lily knew he had only said it to save his backside from certain people but they had to pretend not to be friends anymore. Shortly after leaving school Lily Evans got married to James Potter and changed her name, formally, to Lillian Dharker. James decided that the noble line in the Seraphic Community was more important than his own and changed his name to James Dharker. A couple of years into their marriage they had a lovely little baby boy, they named him Lysanair Claudian Dharker. Fifteen months after he was born Voldemort murdered James and Lily and failed to kill Lysanair, yes? This is where you come in so listen up. When you left me on the Dursley's doorstep you altered my DNA ever so slightly. You made me look more like my dad in the hope of Severus Snape hating my guts. You changed my facial features ever so slightly so that people wouldn't think Lily had an affair with Severus, even though she didn't, and he is under numerous glamour charms by the way, he doesn't even look like that. Oh yes, sorry forgot to mention; Belladonna is coming here in about ten minutes so I would drop the glamours and loose the robes or she will asphyxiate you."

"What?"

"So eloquent. Belladonna Nightshade, you wife, is coming here because in Seraphic time she hasn't seen you for three hundred and seventy-seven years. There is still the law about being sage and wearing robes and she hates glamour charms and wants to murder me because she thinks I called her fat."

"Oh, I better had then." He shrugged his robe off, leaving a white short sleeved shirt and waistcoat. He chucked the robe at Lysanair's feet and shut his eyes. His ashen features began to darken, taking a hazel hue, his hair turned a silvery blonde and his features softened imperceptively; taking on the slightly rounded facial structure of the Celestial Seraphs, including the small slightly upturned nose. Dumbledore made a strange choking noise. Attention refocused on Albus, Lysanair continued.

"Ah yes, when you left me on the Dursley's doorstep you renamed me! You named me Harry James Potter and you changed my genetic code! The Seraphs had no way of finding me, they had no Dark Heir, they panicked. In the last seven hundred years the Daemonics burnt down the training grounds, the Celestials desecrated the temple, Kelsea castrated Alishyre, so there was no hope of another Dark Heir, and worst of all there were random murders in the streets. You did this! When Voldemort comes back I won't even have an army to defeat him with, it'll just be me and Harmony. So, a question if I may; why? Why did you do it?" Dumbledore sighed profoundly, the only indication that he understood the gravity of the situation.

"I did it because of your familial connection to Tom. I couldn't risk it," Lysanair balled his fists, shaking with rage.

"Nair, calm down, he doesn't know the full truth. Let me explain; as my fiancé is a bit too angry to speak. Lius Dharker was the father of Salazar Slytherin, he broke away from the Dharker family, changed his name. Lius was a vampire; vampires being the male products of relationships of Celestials and Daemonics, and sometimes when a male vampire has a child with a normal human being the child will be a Celestial Seraph. Salazar was a Celestial. Salazar was sent to a school in Italy to learn. He had a little sister; Carmine. Carmine had catatonic schizophrenia and was very weak. Beautiful, but weak, one day when she was fifteen a man violated her… she had a baby girl but… she was severely depressed… you can guess what happened. Tom Marvolo Riddle is of this line, he has no connection to the Seraphic qualities of the Dharker line. Now… excuse me for a moment…" She turned to Lysanair, who was emitting waves of bleak energy, and slapped him hard. "Snap out of it! You're going to destroy the entire castle if you don't calm down." He drew in a shuddering breath and began to speak.

"Well, if you don't mind I'll just sit down, if you want to Sort us please do so." Dumbledore nodded and summoned the Sorting Hat. "Harmony, I do believe you are first." She nodded and put the hat on.

"GRYFFINDOR!" it screamed. The Gryffindor table clapped half heartedly. Harmony tossed the hat and Lysanair caught it. He lowered it onto his head.

Well if I put you anywhere but Gryffindor you would rip me to shreds so; "Gryffindor," it said softly. Moans errupted from the table as he sat next to Harmony.

A/N;

Pronounciation;

Lysanair; Lie san air

Alishyre; Al ish er

Dharker; Dack er

Kelsea; same as Kelsey

Romaek; Ro make

Lius; like prius… but with an L instead of PR…

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